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: Azalea nodded, "Yes,very sudden indeed, I hadn't even known that she was bonded...Yes, I definently think that a double-bond would be hard on the warders. I would think they would be competing for affections, or at least attention." Remembering suddenly that Mercury was bonded to two men, Azalea chuckled at herself. "I believe it may have been much like that with you originally? Now they work as a very good team...Well, they try to. You don't really let them do anything." She shook her head wryly, "Yes, definently no warders for me." :

Clarissa left Yurin in the care of a Yellow Sister after hearing that all the she could do was extract the posion of the fade's blade out anything more and the shock would kill him. He would have to heal the blade wounds mostly on his own. He would be in a coma for quite some time. Clarissa took one last look at his pale body and gathered her skirts to leave.
She would love to simply crawl into bed and sleep for the next five years but simply because it had been a long day was no excuse for her to abandon her duties. She went to the accepted quarters and knocked on Mirren's door before entering with a stern look on her face.

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Clarissa sat in a chair and motioned for Mirren to sit on the bed. She had never believed in making people stand until their legs ached and this was most likely going to be a long talk.
"Mirren tell me the complete story?" She said in a tired voice. "Why did you do that? What could possibly have made you angry enough to blow up Dragonmount? Is it because you blame the Tower from keeping you from your family when they needed you?"

"I understand you had a right to know and we would have told you soon. We just couldn't let you know at first because you were strong in the power and might do something like this." She said with a sigh. "We were worried you would blame it on yourself or the Tower. I know you had good reasons but you ran away from the Tower and blew up Dragonmount. I may not have the foretelling but I still see many greasy pots in your future. Whatever punishment you have though will be less than what you should rightfully get because I blame myself some for not trusting you enough."

: "Yes, those two have always worked fairly well together." Azalea faked a wince and laughed, "Communication, that sounds fun!" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, "Good luck with that, I think you'll come out of that meeting looking more dead than you already do, if it is possible. When was the last time you saw the sun?" She stuck her tongue out playfully, "Though I suppose I have no room to talk." Azalea mulled Mercury's last words over as she bit into a piece of bread. She finally replied after finishing the slice. "It is not that I have anything against Gaidin, I am just not sure if it is for me. I mean, let's be realistic, Merc, I can barely manage the few friends I have! Just imagine me having to deal with emotions." Azalea rolled the word around in her mouth as though she was unused to its taste. "I suppose it would be nice to have someone around to do things for me, but I have yet to find a man I would be willing to spend so much time with." Azalea grinned, "What, you don't think I can look menacing? I am deeply offended!" :

As Rolan walked with the crowd toward the White Tower, he wondered, Light! What am I doing here. If any of the Seanchan ever found out where i am, they would hire someone to bring me back, or kill me! With that thought, Rolan found an inn. He didn't catch the name on the sign , but Rolan needed an inn, and fast. All that traveling left Rolan feeling like the Dark One himself had made him tired. As Rolan walked in, he smelled savory pork, and stew. There were many people in the common room, and many young maids bustling about. Rolan sat down at an empty table in the corner and asked for ale. He watched the many drunken me trying to fondle the maids with disgust. One man ripped a maid's shirt trying to get her to sit on his lap. In defense of the maid, Rolan jumped up and ran at the man. The man, noticing Rolan, got up, a little more slowly than Rolan, but fell back down, to drunk to stand up. Rolan punched the man square in the nose. The man fell back off of the bench and didn't get back up, he just rolled on the floor, holding his broken nose. The other men at the man's table got up and pulled out daggers, swords, and Rolan even saw one or two axes. Expecting this, Rolan already had drawn his wickedly curved blades. Suddenly discouraged, the men sat back down, one by one, and continued to talk, if not a little more quietly. Rolan even noticed a couple men give a start at Rolan's sharp black eyes. The maid was still on the ground, so Rolan helped her up. "He won't be bothering you anymore," Rolan said.
"No, I guess he won't." With that, she got up and all but ran back into the kitchen.

Clarissa chuckled at Mirren's reaction to her admitting she blamed herself.
"I make mistakes just like everyone." She laughing. Her face turned serious again as she began to speak.
"It's good you came back but please try to control yourself from now one. You are very strong in the power and it would have been a shame if you got burned out. Be careful for your own sake. If you do anything like this again I will make sure you get properly punished."

Clarissa smiled and spoke. "Yes of course but I'll let you decide how many weeks. If I find your amount too little I will double it. I think there is no need for the Mistress of Novices office because like I said I feel partly at fault. Don't expect me to be this kind next time though."